"I've lied for you, and I liked it too."
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Han Jisung was a dancer. He spent countless of hours at his cousin's dance studio, moving his lean body to the bass of whatever song played through the speakers. But when he wasn't wasting his life away, (d...
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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊...;
There was a gentle breeze; it soft enough to flutter the strands of hair upon anyone's head, or ruffle the shirt you decided to wear that afternoon. It was also on the colder side, obviously due to the weather now changing from a hot summer day to a chilly autumn one. The difference wasn't completely depicted, but you can begin to see a few leaves that hung from the thick tree branches start to shade from a healthy green, to an almost sunset yellow. It's not like many civilians minded the sudden change, having already taken notice to the new month of September and understanding that the weather now was going to be absolutely nothing like how it'll be in the following.
So soaking in the last bits of sunshine that ultimately gave you a tan whenever you stayed out too long, people roamed the entire town. Jisung was one of those people. He was on the prickly grass of the same park that wasn't too far from the Stray Kids company. He lay on his stomach, arms crossed and under his head for support. He hadn't brought a pair of sunglasses therefore he just shut his mesmerizing brown eyes, in some way giving into the exhaustion that he had been feeling. And as he silently relished the comfortable balance between the wind delicately running over his body, and the heat rays of the warm sun striking at any piece of his flesh, he let his suffering mind rest. He didn't let the the aching truth of Hyunjin twist at his heart; he didn't let the death of his grandfather suck him into a depression, nor did he let the leaving of his father make him to want to cry out of loneliness; and he definitely didn't let the absence of his two best friends affect the way his chest felt as though it was weighing down on him. No, he just forgot where he was for a moment and admired the way that nature reacted around him.
But he wasn't the only one. Beside him sat Chanyeol; the big eared male stuffing what he can of a ham sandwich in his also equally as ginormous mouth. He was chatting with Minho, the dark brunette having felt betrayed that he was dragged along when he could be doing actual work. But that didn't stop him from forcing Seungmin to come with; their hands having stayed interlocked ever since they've saw each other that hour before. And at first Jisung was muddled by the discrete yet public display of affection. In all honesty he hadn't thought that they would've been able to solve their problems, the duo always having been more like a divorced couple who have no choice but to see each other because of certain circumstances. But then he asked about it and they claimed that it was more of a pending relationship than any.
Jisung was then glancing at Chanyeol thinking that it could be the same for them; but he couldn't really tell. So he just looked back at the complicated couple and nodded with a smile. He even wished them the best, saying that they actually made a really great pair. It's probably why instead of just holding hands, it had slowly became something more. From sitting so close that their thighs touched, to Minho giving in and wrapping his entire arm around Seungmin's shoulders—to who in return laid his head in the crook of the older's neck.
